You step into a non-descript cave with a hard stone floor. Light streams in from the cavern corridor, letting you see into all corners. In the northern corner you see a strange little brown dragon. You study him carefully, then ask Rikale why he is not with the other young dragons. An indignant snort interrupts your question. You turn, surprised, to discover it came from the dragon!
'Child indeed!' the small dragon exclaims vehemently. 'I'm an adolescent, for crying out loud! Not in my prime, sure, but I'm no baby!' The dragon glares at you as you blush tomato red and stutter an apology. 'Yes, you ought to be sorry! Imagine, insulting me just because of my size. You pixies ought to be able to sympathize with that, eh?' He looks to Rikale and Kalika for support.
'Oh, honestly Baltar, quit making such a fuss over nothing!' Kalika scolds. 'You talk about being such a big dragon, but you certainly don't act like it! Why, I mean, here you are exploding over something like age. Believe me, you'll appreciate it once you're a few centuries old. Just think how Ysanth feels.'
Baltar hangs his head, clearly ashamed. 'You're right, she's pretty old --'
'Bite your tongue!' Kalika snaps. 'It'll happen to you as well, dearie.'
Baltar considers, then shakes his head, clearly not believing his days of youth will ever come to an end. He peers at you curiously for a minute, then, apparently losing interest, wanders into the recesses of his caves.
'Well! The nerve!' Kalika grumbles.
Don't forget to get your own SmallDragon at Mystic Realms